#implied ot6

Geoff and Jack were in the living room dancing to the music. Michael was chasing Jeremy around the penthouse - Jeremy thought it would be funny to give him a tube of glitter for his birthday. Gavin was currently stumbling around the place, no he wasn’t drunk. He was just a clumsy Brit.

Ryan sat at the kitchen counter with a Diet Coke watching everyone from afar. He wasn’t really big on parties but he wasn’t going to pass up free food. Plus, he could take pictures with his phone if anyone did anything incredibly stupid. Blackmail was always a fun hobby of his.

“Rye! What’re you doing over there by yourself? Come have fun!” There was an accent attached to the voice who spoke and Ryan knew it was Gavin. He had a huge soft spot for the lad.

“Gavin, you know I’m not really a party person. Can’t I just sit here and watch you and the others have fun?” Ryan set his drink down on the counter just in case Gav impulsively jumped on him. It happened a few times in the past, so it’s always better to be prepared.

“But that’s no fun, Ryan! Come dance with me! I’ll even let you lead if you want! Please, Ryebread?” Gavin was using puppy dog eyes, the ones that didn’t work on anyone else in the crew except for Ryan.

“Alright, I’ll dance with you, but I choose the songs.” Ryan got up from his seat with a playful smirk on his face. He walked over to Gavin and took his hands and they danced for quite some time.

Michael was outraged, a normal response from him. He got in Gavin’s face and started screaming. The curly haired lad was getting ready to give the golden boy a black eye when a cowboy hat stepped in between the pair. 

“Michael, we could still do the heist. It’s not like we don’t have anything. We’re just short a rocket launcher, a pistol and a bag for the cash. The heist can still get done, if you’re done with your dramatic act over here.” 

Jeremy finished his words with a playful smirk, but Michael was not having it. He was starting to fume, but they went on with the plan. Of course today had to be the day where the clerks behind the counter were trained to deal with robbers and pulled the alarm before Gav could hack into it and turn it off. 

Of course it had to be the day where there was no other criminal activity going on in Los Santos so the entire police squad was speeding towards the location of the FAHC. Ryan was quick to get on the coms and talk to Jack and see if she could come and save their asses, yet again. 

Not even a minute later, team Nice Dynamite were nearly in a fist fight over the heist going wrong. Jeremy and Ryan barely had enough time to separate them before Jack showed up with Geoff in the passenger seat swinging his gun around and taking care of any cops that were gaining distance towards them. The Vagabond opened the back door and shoved the two idiots in the back, while Lil J hopped onto the back of Ryan’s bike. 

Off they all went to try and escape the police and go to one of their safe houses. Simple fix to a difficult situation. Well, it would be if Ryan and Jeremy didn’t leave the bags of money behind in the parking lot of the bank. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? JEREMY IT WAS YOUR IDEA TO GO THROUGH WITH THE GOD DAMN HEIST AND YOU LEAVE THE MONEY BEHIND???” The screaming was back and the shorter lad on the back of the motorcycle took out his earpiece. He knew damn well he fucked up and felt like shit for it. He didn’t need his friend yelling at him for it. 

Ryan tends to keep his Vagabond persona separate from his personal relationships with the crew, but when he felt the small figure sitting behind him shaking and, was he crying? No, that was enough from Michael. Even the ruthless, cold-blooded murderer Vagabond knows when to stop talking and stop pushing his limits. 

Eventually, the crew all made it back to their penthouse that night. Everyone was a bit calmer, which was good. But there was a lot of tension in the air. Jack was the one to speak up first, in hopes that her positive attitude might calm her boys down a bit more.

“Look, we may be the biggest group of criminals in Los Santos and we all may have our own reputations, but at the end of the day we’re still human. And humans make mistakes and we have flaws. So what if Gavin forgot some supplies? So what if Jeremy and Ryan forgot to grab the loot?” 

The red head paused and looked around. She seemed to all have their attention, so she cleared her throat and continued talking. 

“You can get mad all you want, Michael. But nearly getting into a physical fight at the scene of the heist is not the way of going about solving the problem. And yelling at Jeremy til he started shaking and crying is definitely not the solution. Come on guys, can’t we just be nice to one another? I’m fine with small arguments, but nothing more, please? Can’t we just spread the love?”

Geoff takes her words into consideration, and even though he barely had a part in this he still has something to say. 

“Well, if we’re spreading the love, dearest Jack, then why don’t I start by spreading those legs?” 

Jack blushes furiously while Gavin and Jeremy burst into laughter. Michael playfully punches Geoff’s arm while Ryan sat back and watched his dysfunctional family quickly forget about the failed heist today with a half-assed grin on his face.